| | | | | Silence is broken by the sound of running horses Thunder across the desert the clashing of the forces Watching close beneath Him  for bloodstains in the gravel 'cos justice was betrayed  by the pounding of the gavel - Go'n down     Freedom is Your prison when Your cursed to keep on running Hard to tell the difference  from the hunter 'n' the hunted Looking for redemption down the barrel of a gun. Your finger on the trigger Your back against the sun - Go'n Down  Go'n down Go'n down to a place where no mercy can be found - 'n' You pay for what You've done with Your soul Go'n down to where the darkest of the Angels circle round He's just waiting 'cos He knows Yes He knows It's go'n down go'n down |  |  |  |  | |  |  |  |  | | | | Hungry for a showdown no need to hide Your tracks Driven by the memories of the things You can't get back The anger's like a fever that 'ill burn until You see The fear that's in His eyes when He's fallen to His knees He's go'n down go'n down Go'n down to the place where no mercy can be found - 'n' You pay for what You've done with Your soul Go'n down where the darkest of the Angels circle round He's just waiting 'cos He knows Yes He knows It's go'n down go'n down Go'n down to the place where no mercy can be found - 'n' You pay for what You've done with Your soul Go'n down where the darkest of the Angels circle round He's just waiting 'cos He knows Yes He knows It's go'n down go'n down     Woah..He's go'n down...  He's go'n - down...                  ...